Goodspeed(i)
1 Come now, you rich people! weep aloud and howl over the miseries that are going to overtake you!
2 Your wealth has rotted, your clothes are moth-eaten,
3 your gold and silver are rusted, and their rust will testify against you and eat into your very flesh, for you have stored up fire for the last days.
4 Why, the wages you have withheld from the laborers who have reaped your harvests cry aloud, and the cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of Hosts.
5 You have lived luxuriously and voluptuously here on earth; you have fattened your hearts for the day of slaughter.
6 You have condemned and murdered the upright. Will he make no resistance?